If Someone Has a Stroke: What You Should Do Immediately Before the Ambulance Arrives

Ouadie Rhabbouron

What to Do Immediately
1. Call Emergency Services Right Away
Do not wait to see if symptoms improve. Call the emergency number immediately and clearly state that you suspect a stroke.

2. Keep the Person Calm and Still
Help them sit or lie down in a comfortable position. Avoid unnecessary movement, which can worsen symptoms.

3. Position the Person Safely
If conscious: Have them lie down with their head slightly elevated.

If vomiting or unconscious: Gently place them on their side to keep the airway clear.

4. Loosen Tight Clothing
Loosen collars, ties, or belts to make breathing easier.

5. Monitor Breathing and Consciousness
Stay with the person and watch for changes in breathing or alertness until help arrives.

6. Note the Time Symptoms Started
This information is very important for medical professionals, as some treatments depend on how much time has passed since symptoms began.

What NOT to Do
❌ Do not give food or drink

❌ Do not give medication (including aspirin) unless instructed by a medical professional

❌ Do not allow the person to walk or drive

❌ Do not ignore symptoms, even if they seem mild

Why Fast Action Matters
Early medical treatment can significantly reduce the risk of long-term disability and improve recovery. Minutes matter when it comes to stroke care.

Final Reminder
If you suspect a stroke, act immediately. Quick response saves lives.

Disclaimer
This content is provided for informational purposes only and does not diagnose, treat, or replace professional medical advice. Always follow instructions from emergency medical services and healthcare professionals.

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